I’m experimenting with my
large mold, pouring it at different heights. It is a bit worse for wear, as it is four years old, but I am liking the way the seams are leaking, and creating very distinctive lines. I think I will leave the outside unglazed, maybe a slight color for the inside, like this:
I spend so much time scraping, sponging, smoothing, hiding the mold making process, but there is beauty in it. I love these mold and pouring scars. Perhaps that is reflective of where I am in life and career: here are my scars, bumps, indents, this is what and who I am, and I am done hiding behind attempts at perfection.
